Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1812 | 2013-10-19 13:16:37 | 90.53 | 94% |
| 431 | 2013-08-07 23:54:23 | 88.83 | 98% |
| 291 | 2013-08-05 02:54:10 | 87.80 | 96% |